I suppose that is why I haven't blogged. Lacking closure, I also lack wisdom--lessons learned--or whatever it is we search for to make sense. The only lesson I learned is that it sucks, and to think of the loss makes me either want to puke, or cry, or both. So, I have avoided writing about my horses altogether.
What brought me to finally sit back down is that today I received Penny's custom horse hair bracelet I ordered for my granddaughter.
I'll see Sophie on Saturday and give it to her. If it doesn't fit her, I'll keep this one and order another. It's hard to measure, although I see the website has been updated with more detailed instructions at Spirit Horse Designs.
The one above was chosen by Sophie--a double wrap called, Kael Wrap Horse Bracelet.
I guess I sent way more hair than needed, and she returns what she doesn't use. I like the purple ribbon she wrapped the box with. Coincidentally, it's Sophie's favorite color.
For Christmas, I gave Sophie a photo book of she and Penny, and when she opened it she cried and then came to hug me, and I broke down and cried. We cried together for a long time. She is the one person in the world who feels it as strongly as I do.
I know it's time to turn back toward the living horses. I've been trying to get over a 3 week respiratory infection--the most awful virus which has EVER invaded my body. My husband brought it back as a souvenir from our January trip to Sedona, and it promptly latched onto me. At least it's not the CoronaVirus, but I bet it's some closely related cousin.
Today, a friend came over and we sat in my Cowgirl Cave and conditioned our tack--saddles, bridles, boots. That's the first thing I've done like that in a long time. The weather is so beautiful that we've planned a ride for tomorrow.
I just stepped outside and took this picture so you can see what a lovely day it is.
I can't help but to benefit from saddle time. It is much, much needed.
And here is a photo from a month ago of Tumbleweed. He's butt-high right now, as he continues to grow and mature. He's a sweetheart. Cowboy has made it through winter with medication--and luckily, it has been a very mild winter for him. He and Tumbleweed are good buddies and engage in gelding play everyday. Tumbleweed has given Cowboy a new lease on life.
T'weed is still very much a Foxy Mama's boy, and she guards his every step--especially when it's muddy or icy out--she won't let him play with Cowboy on those days--but he is also thinking for himself and moving up in the herd order on his own. But he doesn't disobey Foxy Mama. Ever. I like that about him.
Well, I've survived my first blog post after Penny, and I feel good to get it out and think about the future. In fact, I'm going to end here and go out and give my living horses big hugs.
So, maybe I do have some wisdom. The prescription for healing, after a special horse passes, is loving the living horses who are still here. One day at a time.